Stepping out of my street clothes
Into the not quite warm enough water
Of the frog people who sang of desire
In the unique way of their kin.
The Chorus Frogs
The Bull Frogs
The Leopard Frogs
The Green Frogs
Others competing for the attention
Of a lady, perhaps seen, perhaps not.
The persistent so...

It was a winter warm night So I zipped into my Carhart coat And pulled my Peruvian hat Down over my ears.
Not one small sliver of moon Lit my solitary journey Down a trail my boots Knew by heart.
Perhaps late for city concrete The ominous silhouettes Belong to bear-sized cedars Planted by birds.
The only real...